Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

After a quick chat with Chad, Andre hung up the phone and handed it to his wife.

Mia peeked over, curiosity lighting up her eyes. "Honey, are we still picking up Molly?"

Andre, with a hint of anger, replied, "No, we're not."

Mia covered her mouth to hide a smile, looking a bit too pleased.

Seeing her husband wasn't leaving, Mia suggested, "Let's just hit the hay then. Molly's a grown woman; she won't get lost, and Chad's there to look out for her. Don't worry, sleep tight. Look how soundly our little guy is sleeping." Andre glanced at their son, who had been crying his lungs out just moments ago but was now peacefully asleep.

He settled back in bed, with their slumbering bundle of joy between them.

Andre lay down and asked, "Mia, what's going on between Molly and Chad...?"

Mia quickly pulled the covers over her head and pretended to be asleep.

Andre sighed, "You're covering the baby; he's going to start crying again."

Mia, still pretending to sleep, slid her arm out from under the covers, flung them open, and tucked the edge under her armpit once more, maintaining her charade.

Their little guy twitched at the disturbance but soon settled back into comfort, his chubby cheeks reminiscent of a younger Andre.

Andre watched his wife's antics, his mind heavy with concern for his family.

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was now regretting it. "Bro, can you get me a room? It's already 2 AM, and if I stay to study tomorrow, it'll be such a hassle going back and forth. I don't want to

pleading face and, against his better judgment,

returned from booking Molly her room, he found

did nothing; she wouldn't

gave up and sat by the bed, watching

"Brother~"

"Hmm?"

leaned in closer to Molly's face. "Why

sleep,

himself, "Even in your dreams,

on her lips, and he felt a surge of desire. Nighttime was when restraint often waned, and in the dim light, control

close enough to feel her breath, he stopped, afraid of crossing a line he couldn't go back

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rudely awoken and pulled from the cozy

on the little milk-guzzler on the couch. Before leaving, he picked up the baby, "How about you join me

jumped at the idea, "Yes, let's take the baby to the library! I can look after

"Sure, you take care of the kid at the library, and

silent, not daring